Wendy's POV
My laugh bounced off the walls, sounding mean and teasing. “Really, George? You'd actually show me off to the Council for this?” I pointed to the plain room, the simple bed, and the one locked door.
“Anybody can see I've been set up! Did you really think this silly show was my own doing?” I crossed my arms, staring at him without looking away. He looked hurt, with anger building up in his usually calm eyes, but I wouldn't back down. Not now. Not ever again.
He ran his fingers through his hair, a move I knew very well. “Whitney.” he started, his voice heavy with a need for understanding, “I can’t just let you go. You know I can’t. The Council is already pressuring me to find a mate or step down. If I release you, they’ll call me a weak Alpha, one who lets feelings mess up……
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